I was carrying a large, brown, square pillow which was torn
along one edge so some white stuffing in the pillow was visible. It was
actually in rather poor shape. I was headed toward Stevens' (a former schoolmate
from high school) house on Jackson
Street in
Portsmouth. When I reached the house, I put the pillow on the front
porch, and thought about how I was tired of carrying the pillow around and how I would
like to leave it there.

I looked into the front room; all the furniture was gone. I hollered inside;
a woman
answered from the back of the house; I walked in. In the back of the house I
found Stevens' mother sweeping up the dirty house. I looked out back; all
the furniture from the house had been moved out back. When
Stevens' mother told me she
was cleaning up the house, I said, "Well, when you clean, you really do a job,
don't you."

Ron's mother walked to the front porch and brought in the
pillow which I had been carrying. Only it was no longer a pillow, but a sack of
potatoes, weighing about five pounds, some clothes, which included my brown
corduroy pants, some blue jeans, and a couple pair of rubber boots. It seemed
as if I might have earlier bought some of the items at a Salvation Army.

I found a bucket and thought I would put all the stuff
in it so I could take it with me. I really didn't want to take it, but I didn't think
Stevens' mother wanted me to leave it here. After putting everything
into the bucket, I decided to eat some of the potatoes, which were boiled.
Although I
didn't have any butter to put on the potatoes, I did put something on them
and began eating them, even though they were all mixed up with the clothes,
which even appeared to be dirty.

I began becoming sick of what I was eating, walked
out the back door and spat out a large mouthful. When I walked back into the
house and looked again at how the clothes and the potatoes were all wound up
together, I decided not to eat any more. I even thought I was going to leave the
rest of the potatoes there and not carry them around with me anymore.

I began talking with
Stevens' mother about what Stevens was
doing these days and I asked her about a girl whom
Stevens used to date. I thought
Stevens had married the girl, but
Stevens' mother told me Stevens had never married her.
Although the girl was still around, Stevens was now dating someone else.
Stevens' mother said Stevens had talked to her the day before and had told her he was unsure
whether he loved the girl whom he was presently dating.

I also had a bunch of nuts, perhaps walnuts,
with me. I walked out back and began pouring the nuts into a bucket. I began
walking down some steps and was pouring the nuts as I went. I spilled many
nuts on the ground. Some hungry little squirrels ran up, broke some of
the nuts open and began eating them as if they were starving to death.

I noticed a small girl (apparently
Stevens' little
sister) driving either a car or a small pickup truck. With the truck she was
pulling or pushing some kind of flat trailer, which was behind the truck. I then
noticed some Saint Bernard puppies under the trailer.
The mother of the puppies (obviously not a full blooded Saint Bernard,
but a half breed), was anxiously watching. When I screamed at
Stevens' sister to stop,
she stopped and got out. I explained to her that I was afraid she was
going to run over the puppies. She showed me the puppies weren't
actually under the trailer, but were back behind it and out of danger.

There were four puppies in all. The mother took one puppy over to a separate place. Two puppies looked like Saint
Bernard's, but two looked as if they had German Shepherd blood in them.
I thought to myself that a Saint Bernard wasn't the father of
these puppies. I thought that the mother was obviously a half breed and that she in turn had
mated with a German Shepherd, to give these results, these two puppies that looked
like Saint Bernard and these two that look like German Shepherds.

Some large, hairy, gray dogs which looked like
lions
were in the back yard. One dog picked up one of the other ones on its
nose and threw it straight up into the air. The dog came down and landed with a
thud in the neighbor's yard. The dog lay there for a short while and I thought it
was probably injured. Finally it stood up and began walking toward me. I
didn't want to have anything to do with it and I walked back into the house.

Stevens finally showed up and he and I walked out back. We talked
for a while, until he finally asked me about using the word "breach." He used
the word in a non-legal context and I said, "Yea, you can use it in that sense,
but it's really a legal term, and its used almost exclusively in legal language."

I wanted to go to the federal
penitentiary at Lucasville
about 15 kilometers north of Portsmouth.
Seeley showed up riding a
motorcycle, and I thought perhaps he could give me a ride to the
Gay Street
House. I loaded up my things (which were no
longer in the bucket, but in my green back pack) unto the back of the
motorcycle. I jumped onto the back and we took off. I was planning on just
having him take me to the Gay Street House, but on the way I asked him if he
were going by the penitentiary. When he said he was, I said, "Well maybe you can give
me a ride all the way out there."

Since he was going out in the country somewhere right by the
penitentiary, he said, "Sure."

As we talked, I learned that he was also going to take Don
Mauntell (an acquaintance) with him, and that he needed to first stop by Mauntell's house.

I asked Seeley if he had ever ridden with three people on a
motorcycle before and he told me he never had. I was quite apprehensive at the
prospect.

I was also carrying three or four checks with me. I had
originally deposited the checks in a bank, and then later had returned to the
bank to ask for some money. The bank had then given me back the same checks
which I had deposited in the bank. One check was from

my father
and was for about $200. I also had my own checkbook with me. I
wondered if I would be able to cash the checks at the prison, and concluded the officials at the prison would cash the checks for me. I knew I was going to
be needing some money at the prison.

As we rode along, I wasn't sitting well on the motorcycle,
and I felt as if I were going to fall off, but I managed to stay on, until we
finally reached the country. We pulled up a little lane, and headed up it until
we reached a house at the top of a rise, where we were going to pick up Don Mauntel.

Instead of Don, Randle (a
law student) came out of the house.
Randle was wearing a sports jacket. He matter-of-factly boarded the motorcycle
behind Seeley, and I jumped on behind Randle. I said, "Well, Grady, you got a good
hold?"

He said, "Sure."

Seeley then took off back down the lane so fast I fell off the back and
pulled Randle off with me. Randle and I sat on the ground watching Seeley go on
off down the road. We could hear a thumping sound coming from the motorcycle,
as if it had a flat tire. I then saw the chain fly off the motorcycle. All the
while, Seeley hadn't yet realized we had fallen off the motorcycle. He
continued down the lane until he reached the bottom.